Pazo Do Castro
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... Germans, English, Australians and Spaniards here tonight. I expect that more will still come. Tomorrow is a long day...27k. I have reserved a bed in a private Alberque so I don't need to rush. My routine is becoming to rest every hour and a half, take off my shoes and change socks at lunch and just trudge along. It is light until 9:30pm so I,m pretty sure that I will have enough ...
... In Ourense after th e Roman Bridge there are two different routes. Legend says that the Peregrinos selected which path based on which route was bing taxed by the Bishop. I took the Northeast route which was actually 22K. It began with a lovely crossing of the old Roman Bridge followed by an incredibly steep climb. But the weather is fabulous so it wasn't that bad. I missed a turn and went about 1K ...
... or third Camino. Bob and Elizabeth both started in Seville and JM started in Cadiz. JM made 1001K walked in Xunqeira de Ambia. The Camino is amazing because it is beautiful, solitary and very demanding. The people that you meet are very different and focused on the Camino. I have yet to be asked where I work or anything about home. All people want to know is where you live, where you walked from that day and where you are going tomorrow. Tomorrow is short but ...
... assured me that there were only 5k left. Off I went for another small hill with mud and rocks and sand. At the top, I met a bicycle tour who thought it was so funny that I was alone and from America. They all wanted to take pictures and it was such an uplift for me. I finally arrived at the Alberque around 6:45pm. We went to town for dinner and then I was out like a light. Tomorrow is into Ourense, a private hotel room with a ...
Ever since figuring out we would not be invited to anyone's family Christmas celebration, Rachael and I began to call ourselves Tiny Tim, and kind of start acting like him, too. We’d find ourselves gazing into storefront windows at night with their Christmas tree displays all aglow, saying "Wowww"; I noticed us one time staring at the rotisserie chicken shop for way too long.
We decided ...